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Yesterday my whole day was a care-taking day. Sometimes I tell people I'm babysitting. The girls protest.  I got an old baby-doll to sit on so I could continue to use the phrase. Julia was at a sleep-over. It was Fiona and me all day. She is six. In the morning we shoveled two paddocks clear of horse poop and spread a few weeks worth of piles in the pasture. I use the flinging method piching forkfuls as far as I can sideways, over my head, in every direction. Fiona did the shoveling and flinging too until there was no more to be done. She was wearing rhinestone flip-flops. Across the road are two big cottonwood trees and three nests. We walked over to explore them before lunch. High up there is a red-tail nest. Lower in the second tree is a magpie nest. They look like crow nests but magpies construct stick roofs bower like. Lucky magpie babies. Hanging on a limb end is the third nest a small woven thing. Near the trees downwind we found an owl feather and then another and another and then a splat of downy under-feathers thick in a kill circle Among them were several chunks of coyote fur the owl might have nipped or taloned off in the scuffle.. The field is pocked with ground squirrel holes. Was the owl so intent on it's prey it didn't hear the coyote? And what sort of meal is an owls all feathers and eyeballs. Fiona will take some feathers and the fur to school for show and tell. She had a ballet recital practice mid day. After I dropped her off I took the dogs on a walk. I tied them outside the grocery store while I picked up something for lunch. A homeless man was in line in front of me buying dog biscuits. When I returned to the dogs he was feeding them the whole box. Sticky was in his lap.  Across the street someone was breaking up large panels to fit inside a dumpster. He was jumping on them. Gnomi and Sticky were interested. They were old wooden door panels. I saved the rest from slaughter and loaded them into the truck for a wall of my yet unbuilt shed. Dawn was eating lunch outside when we finished our walk (with Gnomi and Sticky it's more like a  blurred rampage of swamping swimming  and snarling. I'm the only one walking.)  Fiona tried a dog biscuit  after ballet. We took the full recycle bins to the recycle center and then did a big grocery shopping. Along the road we passed a dead magpie not squished just broken necked. I backed up and picked it up. At home we drew a huge picture of the day and traced the dead magpie into the picture